Ok, this isn't much, but here's a short blurb copied off of Amazon:
Arnhand, Castauriga, and Navaya lost their kings. The Grail Empire lost its
empress. The Church lost its Patriarch, though he lives on as a
fugitive. The Night lost Kharoulke the Windwalker, an emperor amongst the
most primal and terrible gods. The Night goes on, in dread. The world goes
on, in dread. The ice builds and slides southward.
New kings come. A new empress will rule. Another rump polishes the
Patriarchal Throne.
But there is something new under the sun. The oldest and fiercest of the
Instrumentalities has been destroyed--by a mortal. There is no new
Windwalker, nor will there ever be.
The world, battered by savage change, limps toward its destiny. And the ice
is coming.
